Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. As a rich jewel in an Ethiop´s ear; beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o´er her fellows shows. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight, for I ne´er saw true beauty till this night.

she got back thursday,,,, we have spent every night together since then,, neither of us can eat or sleep if we are apart........... *somebody slap me*

you have been a world of help rex,,, she is one strong independent woman,, but with your help,,, she has become putty in my hands,,, she can´t pee with out discussing it with me first,,, i have become her universe,,,, *bowing to the rex statue*

Absence drives me insane....I miss him. Every bit of him. His laugh, his sense of humor, his voice, his heart, his whole being. I took him for granted...I haven't seen him for 3 weeks...going on for four. We are just friends, and I always felt something for him. Now...I realize it's much more. I just kept it under wraps that I like him.

Absence makes you realize things in life you didn't realize you wanted or needed. Without it, life feels not as fun...there's something missing.

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet incomparable [insert name here], what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? ... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in [insert time of absence here]. Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine De Beauharnais Paris, December 1795

Quoting: Octo

Thanks for posting this. It is nice to know that some things never change.

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet incomparable [insert name here], what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? ... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in [insert time of absence here]. Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.

Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine De Beauharnais Paris, December 1795

Quoting: Octo

Thanks for posting this. It is nice to know that some things never change.